Life

What Is Life We Seem To Say,

The Stars At Night, The Sun At Day.

The Grains Of Sand Upon The Beach,

The Tiny Child We Bend To Reach.



Life Sometimes It Is A Blur,

Like A Disease Without A Cure.

Sometimes It Seems A Waste Of Time,

Without A Rhythm, Without A Rhyme.



In Life To Make, There's Many Choices,

I Get Some Help From Inner Voices.

To Try To Make The One's That's Right,

I Pray I May, I Pray I Might.



Life Holds Many Twists & Turns,

As Through The Sands Of Time I Churn.

It Often Leaves You Tired & Scared,

From Crosses From Your Life You've Beared.



We'll Answer For The Times We've Sinned,

As We Are All Dust In The Wind.

By Then We'll Be Free From Our Strife,

From God's Creation, We Call Life.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Is Life Really All It's Cracked Up To Be??

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Yes, it sure is---when it is

Yes, it sure is---when it is a life of spirit and flesh, not just flesh.


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